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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Emma CatharineEmbury

327 Love Unsought

THEY tell me that I must not love,

That thou wilt spurn the free

And unbought tenderness that gives

Its hidden wealth to thee.

It may be so: I heed it not,

Nor would I change my blissful lot,

When thus I am allowed to make

My heart a bankrupt for thy sake.

They tell me when the fleeting charm

Of novelty is o’er,

Thou ’lt turn away with careless brow

And think of me no more.

It may be so! enough for me

If sunny skies still smile o’er thee,

Or I can trace, when thou art far,

Thy pathway like a distant star.